“Please,” you say, awed and overcome by the magnificence of the Being
and deep down believing ze must be a God,
“Teach me. Give me a Daily Practice! Motivational music!”
You hold up your phone, “I'm streaming live content!”
The Being looks down at you, “Ah,” it intones, like the slow tolling of institutional bells,
“Education as capitalist venture...well, I have nothing but time.”
Ze leans forward and gazes directly into your eyes.